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Meaning is meaningful. It’s what we all search for, often relentlessly in all that we do.  Are we looking for value in a valueless world?  Do we want assurance of a purpose as conscious beings?  Do we merely need to experience ourselves as part something, part of a greater significance or symbolism than the economic, political, and social systems that we manufacture and perpetuate in this search?

I was cleaning out my art studio the other day. As I was pulling off sticky-note after sticky-note of unrealised projects and halfed-up ideas, when it dawned on me that all of the sketches and scribblings had something in common.  In all that ‘data’ there was some kind of meaning that could be attached to it. There was meaning in the message, a pattern emerged. (PAUSE). I realised that all of these projects seemed to be centered around or tangent to some form of singularity. Black holes, the ‘ice man’, amoebas, time capsules, chameleons…the list goes on.  These were all images that popped into my head at some point of time while hanging out in the studio brainstorming new installations and art projects.  As I restacked this pile of sticky-notes, it became  increasingly evident.  All of these projects were about something that was  inspiring in its singularity.  These forms, the ice man, a black hole are essentially anomalies, the differences that provide enough contrast or distance from subjective being to offer a glimpse of something sublime and perfect, something truly meaningful.  Additionally, there is also something nearly magical about the these things, at least for me personally.  Something non-descript, something that might be called beauty?

So how do these projects relate to me.  This is the ad-infinitum question of the hour.  Are they metonyms of my conscious existence? Do they signal a quest for absolute greatness, not dissimilar to a Holy Grail of consciousness?

Thinking about reasons for why I have this creative urge that assumes these singular anomalies, I began to think about myself as something singularly unique in my individuality.  Not only in my form as matter, but also in my identity, my conscious being. So what exactly makes these other forms of singularities, and beyond that what gives them reason to be attractive?  Why would I even care about this idea of a black hole?  Well, I suppose behind the facade of its imagery, it reminds me of something, something personal, something inside me that I know.  Perhaps something that I am, something that we all are.

These objects, forms, things are not solely attractive or of interest to me alone.  For this reason alone I can only assume that due to the fact that others hold stock in the idea of a black hole, enough to construct the world’s largest particle accelerator in order to study it, the idea must hold some meaning; it must be important and of special consequence.  So why I am I attracted to them?

Are they symbolic?  I suppose another factor is that many of these singularities I have never actually seen, or witnessed with any acute sensibility.  Therefore I am only aware of the black hole through representation of it in images, words, and stories. The other quality about the black hole is “Despite its invisible interior, a black hole can reveal its presence through interaction with other matter.”

It is here that we can observe something.

How does the concept of a black hole relate to me?  I started to think about myself, if I were a black hole how would I feel? Black holes can never look in the mirror, so reflecting upon ones self isn’t possible.  Black holes become ones self continuously. Black holes are because they are absorbing everything else, and only know to exist through their “interaction with other matter”.

(REWIND)… the amoeba is similar but in an opposite kind of way.

Back to meaning. From these perspectives…Can there be meaning in any one singular thing, if the singular thing is always becoming through everything surrounding it?

Perhaps meaning cannot exist within the singularity.  There is no meaning in one single thing alone, as is matter in a black hole, but rather meaning is constructed by proximities and relationships. Furthermore, it is not simple a spatial or relational matter, but also a matter of agreement, communicated agreement.  As artists we are continuously explore new and changing ways of communicating agreements.

Moving these ideas to the concept of value, this concept suggest that we are not valuable in our selves. As humans, as people, as artists. In fact art may as well have no value. According to Bourriaud (1998), contemporary art and its delivery can operate in many arenas as a “social interstice…a space in human relations which fits more or less harmoniously and openly in to the overall system, but suggests other trading possibilities other than those in effect within this system” (p.16). As Bourriaud describes, “It has been said of art, and Marx was the first, that it represents the ‘absolute merchandise’, because it is the actual image of the value” (p. 42). Art is immediately devoted to, and often created solely, for the worlds of exchange, communication, and commerce.

Just as art acquires an exchange value, people too can embody this value. We, as some-one, are nothing without someone else, or are we?  We are conferred and confirmed through the awareness of another, through our differences and deviations.  It is the through the connections between ‘some-ones’ that anything meaningful can even be considered, yet communicated.

Much of my past work as an artist has been near these ideas.  In many ways I’ve been concerned with singularity. I’ve been concerned with examining myself in relation. Through the use of media as a vehicular mechanism of communication to communicate myself to myself at a singular point in time-space.  In this way, I bend back upon myself.  Like making a media-instant clone of myself that somehow got caught in a feedback loop before I could communicate something to myself.

I think of watching myself watch myself in a hall of mirrors.  I am my audience.

One question that is begging an answer.  Do I have anything meaningful to communicate to myself?

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